I Hate Hate Hate Spiders

So I feel very cursed when it comes to certain things. For Example, spiders. So I think it all started in about 7th grade when I did a halloween sleepover at a friends house. We slept in their partially finished basement that had all sorts of halloween decorations up including fake black spiders all over. That was just fine, but then of course we watched "Arachnophobia". Its Halloween so of course I can understand us wanting to watch a scarier movie but it was so freaky that I've had nightmares about it and the paranoia is quite annoying. 


So anyway about a week after watching that movie with the deathly jumping spider invasion, I was taking a shower and when I stepped out there were baby spiders descending from the ceiling all over the whole bathroom and I'm pretty sure they heard me screaming in china. I fact if any of you happen to remember a faint rumbling of the earth around 1997 a little after halloween then that was me so no worries I had a wee meltdown. 

If you've seen the movie you can probably sympathize with me cause its pretty freaky. Anyway I'm not so good with spiders. I am fine if they keep their distance or are outside, but when they get too close forget about it. 


So this week I was getting ready for work in the morning and What looked like a dandelion fluff floated in front of my eyes and my first instinct was to blow it away but I'm glad I didn't seeing as it would have swung back in my face and was actually a big big spider descending about 2 inches from my face. What the heck. Do all the spiders in the world have a vendetta against me. I haven't killed that many and I just need a hula hoops amount of distance for comfort. 

I did have this funny flash in my mind of the scene on mega mind with the speeider arachnisdeathicus blown into his face, but then reality kicked in and the spider almost claimed ownership of the bathroom. Then again maybe all this spider stuff started before "Arachnophobia". I remember when I was probably about 8 my sister told me that a spider had crawled into my hair and I couldn't tell if she was joking or not and so I kept trying to shake it off and I'm still not sure if there was one or not, but she gave me an excellent case of the heebie jeebies. Anyone else have weird stuff like this in their life?